Wen Yiming was a little stressed, constantly recalling the classic poems of his previous life in his mind, hoping that Dong Donghai's question would not be too unpopular at that time, this was not his strength at all, if there were too many restrictions, he was really afraid that he would have limited knowledge and hand in a blank paper, or he would be smiling and generous if he was not allowed to answer the question, then he would really be killed alive by Dongfang Zhiyu's girl with cold eyes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

If it weren't for the thousand-year-old heritage of China, he would not have come to die if he was killed.

He was recommended with an article "Will Enter the Wine", and these candidates who were cultivated and recommended are obviously not guys who can only breathe out with their nostrils.

He knows very well that except for himself, these five are all genuine!

After the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone in front of the six candidates were ready, Dong Donghai twisted his beard and said: "First, the word is the genre, and the content is not limited; second, the five crosses or more; and third, the artistic conception of calligraphy and the artistic conception of the word cannot be contradictory!

Except for Wen Yiming, who didn't move, the other five all nodded, Dong Donghai frowned and looked at Wen Yiming and said, "You don't understand?"

"Ahh

Many spectators outside the venue sneered and whispered in their ears.

"This guy can't be indiscriminate, look at his panicked dazed look, hehe!"

"Samurai third layer, I'm also drunk, isn't this death?"

"Look, anyway, there is Senior Sister Ye here, and there is no suspense. ”

"If anyone gets the favor of Senior Sister Ye, ah!

"Stop dreaming about Qingqiu, let's see if that guy can pass the test in the nineties. The latest and fastest update"

"Xuan"

It's not just the peripheral whispering, but even Moxiang Shuxuan and Qiqingfang are no exception.

"This question is a bit difficult, even if you pass the test, it is estimated that the level of the assessment will not be too high!" Dongfang Xuri looked at Dongfang Zhiyu with some concern.

"Yes, the time is too short, and poetry still needs to rely on inspiration, especially the last point, which is a bit harsh. Gong Lao nodded.

Wen Xiangtong's eyes kept falling on Wen Yiming, and he grabbed the corner of his clothes tightly and asked, "Sister Fujixiang, is Yiming nervous?" ”

Yutenxiang shook her head and smiled: "You are more nervous than him!"

“”

Dong Donghai's eyes swept over the scene, and an invisible coercion naturally arose wherever he passed, and then he put the hourglass in his hand upside down on the table, and shouted at the same time: "Start!"

Except for Wen Yiming, who did not start writing, the rest began to create with a pen dipped in ink.

Wen Yiming was a little entangled, although there was no limit in content, he could write hundreds of Song words silently in an instant, but in terms of the artistic conception of calligraphy in line with the meaning of the words, it was a little difficult for him.

The other candidates are different, their long-term practice has developed their own style in the artistic conception of poetry and calligraphy, which is a kind of fit in itself, so the last point is to be more relaxed, the only thing that needs to be done is to try to make the words of creation fit the artistic conception of calligraphy as much as possible, and at the same time improve the grade of the work.

There were boos for Wen Yiming's stillness on the sidelines and in the field again, and Moxiang Shuxuan obviously had a little more of an embarrassed atmosphere in his worries.

Even the old men in the elder table shook their heads slightly, extremely disappointed in them.

Li You looked at Wen Yiming, who was still in doubt, and wondered, "What's the situation with this kid?"

Ye Mingzhen shook his head and smiled: "Even among geniuses, there will be high and low, and the pressure is not something that everyone can bear. ”

Dong Donghai frowned slightly, he could hear what Ye Mingzhen meant, although Ye Wushuang was a disciple cultivated by their five hall masters, he was upright all his life, and he never had preconceived ideas or biases.

He believed that he could come to the Sage Square to be tested, and it was impossible to fail even the first level. Moreover, he felt a trace of tragic righteousness from Wen Yiming at the moment, as if there was nothing.

The Five Great Sages Hall was headed by Wen, and Dong Donghai had been immersed in this road for life, and he had a feeling that this white-haired boy must have some inspiration.

Dong Donghai is looking forward to it!

He really didn't feel wrong, dozens of seconds had passed, and although Wen Yiming didn't write, he had already thought of plagiarized works in his heart, a song poem.

The only reason why he is still standing is that he is sifting through the calligraphy he is good at, which calligraphy font is more suitable for the Song Ci he has chosen.

At first, Wen Yiming decided to choose a poem suitable for the thin gold body to pass the test, because calligraphy cannot change the style and artistic conception in a short period of time, while lyrics are different, and the room for change is much larger.

However, he felt that although Song Huizong's golden body was chic and vigorous and showed his personality, it was not suitable for Dong Donghai, a Hongwen Confucian with a heroic and righteous spirit.

Although Sage Monument is the highest referee, he will not have an advantage in case of the same result.

In the end, he chose to screen calligraphy with the bloody words of his soldiers, even if the calligraphy he chose was not high, but the artistic conception of this thing, he knew very well that it needed to be from the heart to make people empathize.

Only by ------ heart can this trigger the true artistic conception.

A song full of righteousness and blood, he abandoned the line script, cursive and other calligraphy in the screening, he is ready to show the world in regular script, what is a soldier!

The four regular scripts Ou, Yan, Liu, Zhao, and Wen Yiming have all been copied and studied, especially the regular scripts of Yan Zhenqing and Liu Gongquan, which are the real enlightenment teachers on his way to calligraphy.

Twenty seconds had passed, and Wen Yiming finally got up in the midst of many sneers, doubts, and worried discussions.

"He's not going to quit, is he?" the thought came to the minds of countless people.

Wen Yiming is different from the other five sitting upright, the momentum he needs, a kind of artistic conception and momentum that would rather stand and die than kneel to survive.

Closing his eyes, he kept writing into a book in his mind, and quickly flashed in his heart the scenes of smoke and fire, bullets and bullets, and finally fixed on a banner that can be called the soul of the army.

The moment Wen Yiming opened his eyes, he moved!

At this moment, Dong Donghai was slightly moved, not only him, but the other five hall masters were all drawn by the sudden death will and fearlessness emanating from Wen Yiming's body.

At the moment when Wen Yiming's blood surged, he almost uncontrollably induced the essence blood to explode, although he forcibly controlled the essence blood in the spirit ruin space, he still exuded the true intention of refining blood into essence.

------Sacrifice!

While Wen Yiming controlled the explosion of his essence and blood, he was also inexplicably happy, and the artistic conception of sacrifice was simply the spirit of the loyal soul of the soldiers.

The ink is full of sharpness, and the pen is concentrated!

With a low shout, Wen Yiming sat on the horse with a heavy waist, and his feet sank sharply, sinking into the ground for several inches, and the cracks and cracks of the road were scattered and extended.

With just such a move, Wen Yiming's momentum soared again, revealing a tragic and majestic momentum in his fearless momentum

Between the pen, between the setbacks, between the longitudinal, between the retraction, Wen Yiming's momentum continues to rise.

Regular script, like a silver hook iron painting, sonorous pen like a sound, the words are through the back of the paper, but the further back, Wen Yiming's line of writing more and more flowing clouds, as if waving the line of the pen to walk the dragon snake.

There is not much time left, and the five cabinet master candidates have all been put to paper, but only Wen Yiming is still writing hard in the flying white hair.

At this time, the Sage Square was extremely quiet, although it was impossible to see what Wen Yiming was writing, although he didn't know whether his works could pass the test, but this kind of focused and extremely tragic and righteous momentum made everyone awe-inspired.

Single-mindedness, perseverance and conservation, will always be respected.

If the last person does not complete the creation, the Sage Monument will not be evaluated, which will affect the creation of the remaining candidates.

The five candidates all turned their heads to look at Wen Yiming, who was sitting on a horse, with a lot of complicated eyes.

Especially Night Dance Frost, when she looked at Wen Yiming's sword eyebrows and angry expression, the disdain in her eyes was mixed with a little complicated.

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